Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2007 04:38:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Dr Goodhole
Subject: The Party's On Me
Dr. Goodhole is not a real doctor, but he does have a
good hole. Whining, moaning, whimpering, or
compliments may be sent to drgoodhole@yahoo.com (if
you have the inclination).
All Rights Reversed. Please distribute freely. Don't
take credit for my work, or rabbits will nibble off
your lips in the night. You'll look silly without
them.
I had another story in mind but, my computer crashed.
Presently, I hope. Meantime, here's a quick fantasy,
as an appetizer. It is only a fantasy. Any resemblance
to real people or situations might be a coincidence of
some sort. And remember, condoms are a man's best
friend.
The Party's On Me, by Dr. Goodhole.
His brother was dominant. Quite assured. He knew what
he wanted. That night, he was drunk and horned up, and
he wanted my ass.
He knew, when he met me. There were others trailing
upstairs to the party, but I couldn't take my eyes off
him. He was not beautiful but, he had a commanding
presence. He could not be denied. I looked away... but
I looked back. I couldn't help it. He knew he had me,
then, I know.
It was a wild party. There was a lot of drinking, and
smoking, and dancing. My own contribution of a bottle
of Jim Beam disappeared all too quickly. I watched him
gulp down a part of it, right from the bottle. He was
a big man, and such a hot fucking animal. I hoped he
wouldn't get too plastered. I smoked, and refused the
drinks. I had my own agenda, and it didn't include
passing out on the floor. Not that evening.
The party wound down. The guests dissipated. It was
quiet... and a hell of a mess. Just me, my friend
Andy, his brother, big Sam, and a king-hell of a
disaster area.
Sam took me by the arm. "Come here, honey," he said,
and wrapped himself around me. I really didn't
appreciate being called "honey" but, the hell, he was
wasted-- and his arms were strong and fine. I glanced
at Andy, a bit scared. He wasn't looking back. Well...
screw it.
Sam grabbed my head and kissed me. I wouldn't have
thought that was his style. He darted his tongue in me
and ran his broad hands down my back. He tasted of
whiskey and cigarettes, dry and foul, but it made me
so hard. I wanted more, more.
He smiled smugly and unbuckled my belt. I looked back
at Andy-- was he still there? Oh yes. He looked
abandoned and lost, but his mouth was hanging open a
bit. Did he think I was depraved? Was he getting
turned on? Would he ever talk to me again?
Sam pulled down my pants and underwear, all at once.
He told me to get on the sofa. He knew exactly what he
wanted. I could only have said, "Yes Sir!", though I
didn't. I just climbed up on the sofa, bare-ass and
trembling. I still had my t-shirt. It was cold in the
room.
Sam liked it. "Nice pussy, eh Andy?"
Andy still had his mouth open. He was staring. He said
nothing.
"He's your friend, isn't he? I'm going to fuck his
brains out. Or do you want to go first?"
"No... I mean... no..."
Sam peeled off. He was fucking beautiful. A great, big
man, with solid muscles, and a lot of hair. I don't
really like a lot of hair but, I couldn't help but
gasp at the sight. He was so... so... he was an awful
lot of animal.
Sam came up to me and crawled behind me. He covered me
from head to toe. I thought I'd lose my mind. I ripped
off my shirt. He'd keep me warm enough.
He said, "hey, honey." He breathed it in my ear.
"Honey" again, goddamn it. Do I look like a bee?
Asshole. But he had his whole huge body around me, and
it makes me crazy when a guy blows in my ear. Hell, he
could call me anything he damn wanted. He felt so good
on me. I was shuddering, and he gripped me all over.
He knew he owned me. It's pathetic but, I wanted him.
I wanted him to own me.
"Awwww, Sam. Please! Sammy, Sam, Sam, please, man!"
He grinned a little, and that was all. Thank you, you
bastard. "Andy, gimme the lube. Under the sink." It
wasn't. Andy retreated to his room and came back with
a jar. That was interesting.
"Yeah! I'm going to shove my dick so far up your ass,
you're going to be licking my cum off your teeth! I'm
going to ram you, dude. I'm going to ride you like a
bicycle. I'm going to dick you like a two-dollar
whore! You're going to..."
He talked unbelievably fucking dirty in my ears while
jamming his fingers right up my butt. It hurt, but it
didn't hurt too bad. He'd done this before. I really
felt perverted for wanting to do it in front of my
friend Andy but, oh hell. Big, hot man. Oh, those
fingers.
"Please."
"What?"
"Please. Please. Oh, please."
Now I was humiliating myself, right in front of Andy,
but I really didn't care. I really just didn't want
anything else but... "please!"
Andy was getting oddly flushed.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. Please. Please, Sam. Oh my God.
Please fuck me with your big dick. Ram me. Hump my
ass. Bugger me. Gore me with your unicorn horn. Oh
please! Nail me! Screw me to the wall!", I babbled
like a total maniac. Complete gibberish. Oh, hell, I
wanted his penis.
Sam sank right in me. A little slowly, and I felt it
all, every inch, every centimeter, worming on in. It
burned so good. I loved it. I was yelping and gasping
and snorting. It was a miracle I wasn't quacking. Oh,
my God, his big dick. Sliding in me. Slithering home.
So good.
He pulled back. He pulled out. "NO!" I was ready to
begin begging all over again, but he was just teasing.
He wasn't going anywhere. He slid all the way back
home again. All the way out... and I looked at him
like he'd killed my dog, but he laughed at me, and
thrust all the
way back home. Oh, Lord! "Please, Sam. Please? Oh,
please!" I was squirming and shoving my ass back on
him, desperately trying to get more of him in.
He laughed at me. "Fuckin' cunt!"
But his nostrils were flared, and his pupils, like
basketballs. He was so fucking horny.
He slammed into me. It hurt so fine.
Fucking big, hard, hairy man, pumping up my ass. He
was sweating and slippery, and he stank like a week's
worth of laundry. It made me so hot, I couldn't stand
it. I couldn't think. Hairy chest grinding on my back.
He wasn't interested in my pleasure at all. He didn't
care. He just wanted to get off. Soon, he would. He
drilled me hard, with long, deep strokes, panting hot
and fast on my neck. I whimpered under him. Oh, his
dick moving in me. His smell. His hot, massive,
slippery body. Oh, God, his dick!
"Oh, yeah, honey, oh yeah, oh fuck. Sam's got a
present for you!"
He bit my neck, and clamped me in his hard hands, and
covered me with his monstrous body. He shuddered,
again and again. His sweat dripped on me. My hole felt
slippery. As Sam kept slowly pumping, a trickle of cum
ran down my ass and cooled on my balls.
Andy looked on with a stunned face. His mouth was
wide. I wanted to put something in it. A finger, a
hand, my dick.
Sam said, "Sloppy seconds?"
Andy told him, "Move!"
I guess watching me get fucked by his brother was a
hell of a turn-on. He flipped me over and, without a
word, buried himself in me. I let out a high-pitched
groan. It was as much sense as I'd make for a while.
Andy's big old dick drove in me again and again, and I
squeaked repeatedly as Sam's sperm ran out of me.
Sloppy squelching noises. Aw, man, my friend's dick.
Andy's dick.
"Fuck me, Andy. Oh, fuck me. Make me your slut!"
Sam said, "Looovver boysss", and went for the shower.
Andy said, "FUCK YOU!", but it was me he was fucking,
and I so goddamned wanted it. I bit his nipples and
clutched his ass, and clamped down on his wonderful
dick. "Please, man", he panted as he drove himself
home again.
I don't know whether he wanted to cum or for me to let
up clamping on him. It didn't matter.
I started shooting all over him, and me. He was
spurting in me a few seconds later.
Far too damn quick. We were both so incredibly turned
on.
He took me back to his room, the better to keep me all
to himself. Soon he was sliding in me again. Slowly
and gently, this time. How he teased me. How he
wrecked my mind. How he wrecked my poor ass, but I
loved it.
He fell asleep on top of me, buried in my body.